Sunday, July 19, 2009

Sweet Child


I screamed, cried and fought as the police took me away in handcuffs.

Psychopath, lunatic, they’d called me after finding my 6 year old son tied up and locked in our basement.

They just don’t get it. They don’t understand what a wonderful mother I am.

They don’t know how much I care. Not just about my son, but about everyone.

As I sit in the back of the police cruiser, I begin to sob even harder as I see an officer carry my precious son from our home.

I tried to save him.

I tried to save them.

But there’s no more I can do.

The full moon will rise in 3 hours.

—
Credits to: WickedMermaid
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